February 8, 2010

by John RoccoThey made a new video game based on the big guy’s shit, the INFERNO no lessbut I’m not one to say no even if they do turn his poet big-nose-face into some schmuck soldier home from the bloody crusadesto find his lovely Beatrice raped and eviscerated and taken to H E Double Hockey Sticksby a laughing El Diablo laughing all the way. It’s all ridiculous, Dante screaming “BEEEAATTRICCCEEEE!” like he’s Braveheart or any jerkoffscreaming for murdered love and the box office.

The real Italian dude was much cooler.Sentenced to exile and death if he ever went home.Homeless he wrotesending all his real enemies to HELL forevercovered in the vomit and all the toilets of the universein circle 3 or torn apart by shit-covered harpiestheir ragged shit-filled nails tearing the tress apart in 7or burning in the endless coffin fires of 6. He had hisways of fucking them up big time with more no excuses.

My favoriteand yoursis upper Hellin LUSTthe whirlwindof desirehammering the loverswith their own love and cum.There’s Francesca and PaoloFran and Pauland she tells the story:One dayhorny as motherfuckersthey read a book of cuckold King Arthurand Lancelot’s lancedeep inside the Queenprobing the kingdom and then some.

That’s what the videogame assholesdon’t understand.It’s not about the rulesor the duesor the lines.It’s all about the lost ass, the ass lostand how you always have to pay for it.